Deception

CHAPTER 1

******Pennsylvania Supreme Court******
Sitting on the soft old warm brown bench in there faced with the pungent stench of tension so thick enough to be sliced through with a knife hearing the heart shattering words coming from the judges for me to be sentenced to death by electrocution; my life, my whole existence and my beautiful daughter flashing trough my mind like a strong disastrous tornado sending impulses into my mind making dazed brown eyes to trickle salty-warm tears down my pale white skin I had always wondered at the back of my head how I had gotten into this big spacious dust free and solemn white establishment with seven judges- some dark some white some Caucasian all of them important and well know for judging serious cases that often lead to death sentence-handling my case how had I gotten here? what will happen to my daughter and my mother? what had I done to deserve all this?
Then the realization of the judges issuing words and sentences to me had hit me and out of them a tall black woman named Diane Mcgordon stood up wearing a beautiful well-embroidered garment only well-known and reputable judges could wear in America she looked like a million bucks I had heard a long time ago about her but wasn't ever bothered about such information, to think it would be her to give the final verdict to finish off the remaining piece of hope to go back to my house and hug my daughter-she gave off a mean and daring look when her eyes met mine an instant chill went up my spine her standing ushered my weary legs to get up
"Do your realize that your are being charged with the death sentence" asked the woman
Still shook and dazed I gave a shaky reply that echoed in the large auditorium the woman face with pity for me had asked me one more time
"Can I hear you one more time Ms Divaine" she said rather looking irritated with my low voice in such a huge site
"Yes, your honor I understand the charges"I had said shakily, just immediately after to see my lawyer face sweating-no this was tears in her eyes dropping her face held such a pitiful sight I had wondered if I was related to her in a way I could see two female guards in the corner of my eye hastily walking towards me as if I were about to jump and lash out on the mean-looking judge, one siezed my right hand and the other took the left they had cuffed my dry rugged rough unlotioned hands behind my back and like that my right to movement was taken yet again and I turned around shouting at The Judge who didn't even mention a thing relating to the matters of my six/year old daughter and my poor old mother devastated with dementia and she gave a significantly warning look as if were telling me to respect myself unless I were to be fed to the hounds
In further attempt to calm me down she said on her chair saying-
"Ms Osborne please calm your client I know this is a serious matter for her but decorum should be maintained"and like that she issued the case about my loved ones-the only things I had given all my love and attention to- my beautiful daughter Chanice was to be kept in an orphanage and my mother a government mental clinic that was on the busy districts of Manhattan. My father before he died had always said I had to stay away from trouble and always be a righteous woman but did I comply to such command? not in a million years I did, remembering such painful memories threw me into a state of oblivion- were was this place so dark and calm not even the monks could withstand such silence-Sent to this mysterious place rather unpleasantly with a big thud to the back of my head-I had hit the ground so hard I felt like I was entering the ground and like that I saw myself in solitary confinement on death row waiting patiently as the times closing in on me like one of the traps in a saw franchise I was lucky enough to make some acquaintances as well as enemies in this hell-hole of a prison. Days, weeks had past my mental health greatly diminishing with the thought that any day could be my last I decided to sleep that faithful day then was reminiscing about my life........................
           It all started when I was hired to a distinguished print media, I had always aspired to be a journalist, I considered journalism as a passion not as an income making profession to be a journalist wasn't easy it has its pros and cons there was the all mighty keycard that could get you anywhere in the world-there was the many places your could travel-just to acquire information and there was the dangers of doing it I had once been stationed in Iran before I was pregnant with my daughter  without haste I searched for a way to get back before I became the headline of the print organization I worked in. Little did you know that this same magnificent job I saw in my eyes would be one of the finishing blow to my life.
          A dark huge and sexy man had caught my eyes when I stepped into the building- holding my cv rather looking like I had been slapped silly- I stepped in there more like demanding- the rude sassy and beautiful receptionist replied my command with some words of her own.
"I'm sorry I can't let you enter his office right now, He is busy at the moment"

"But I had been scheduled to meet him at mid-day," I shot back

Him referring to the boss I had always seen him in magazines and leaflets the big man that owned the multi-billion dollar print media he was a Latin tanned man that was brought up in America I had known every single detail about him you could say I was obsessed with this man then when the time for me to see him was refused by this curvy woman I flipped out!